Chapter 27 027 Scorching Night

Chapter 27: A Scorching Night

To prepare for the wedding, most of Qin Yan's room was newly furnished because she deemed the old ones unsatisfactory. The bathtub was naturally new as well, chosen to be larger than the previous one. At the moment, she leaned back inside, making her look even more petite and delicate. Her fair and smooth skin made the bathwater seem even clearer and more translucent, like jade in water—captivating and stirring lustful thoughts.

The man was tall with sharp eyesight, taking in the entire scene inside the tub in one glance. He swallowed, his eyes darkening, his grip on the bottle tightening and his palm sweating as he struggled to restrain himself.

Steady footsteps drew closer, stopping behind her, and he handed her the bottle. Qiao Wanyue was sighing in contentment; without looking, she took the bottle, her slender fingers wrapping around it, then complained, "Why did you bring this one? It's too strong a scent."

The newcomer's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed his voice and replied, "Then which one?"

"Huh?"

The sudden voice startled Qiao Wanyue into panic. She quickly covered her chest and turned around, her face flushed as she looked at him. She stammered, her heart racing with embarrassment.

"Y-you, why didn't you knock? And you didn't even make a sound when you walked."

She lifted her head but didn't see Zhu Qing or Hong Mei. Those two maids must have spotted Qin Yan coming and scurried off to keep watch for her. Were they being diligent or just slacking off?

Qiao Wanyue realized how awkward the situation was. She didn't dare look at him. She lowered her head and said, "Go out first. We can talk later."

Qin Yan knew he should leave and wait for her to come out. But somehow, his feet wouldn't move, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, weighing him down so much that his breathing became labored. He closed his eyes and responded hoarsely, "Mm."

As soon as Qin Yan turned, Qiao Wanyue immediately stood up to get out, but her foot slipped and she screamed in fright. Qin Yan spun around in a flash and grabbed her just as she was slipping, saving her from falling back into the tub.

He scooped her up and held her against him. The breath he had just steadied suddenly quickened again. His eyes turned dangerously dark, like a predatory beast waiting for its prey to come within reach.

The troublesome piece of cloth had floated away somewhere, leaving her with no cover at all. Qiao Wanyue's face wasn't the only thing burning; her whole body felt hot, her skin felt like it was on fire; she might as well take a cold bath.

The man's dry, neat clothes were soaked, with dark and light patches that looked extremely suggestive. Her soft fullness pressed against his chest, the curves flattening slightly, making the scene even more erotic. Qin Yan didn't look down, but he could feel it. This was the first time he faced such a situation—should he let go, or pull her up even closer?

But, so soft...

Qiao Wanyue didn't dare look up either; she wished she could bury her head away to avoid this embarrassing predicament. After a moment, she took a deep breath and whispered, "Let... let go."

"Mm."

Qin Yan agreed, but the moment she let down her guard, he suddenly lifted her up and carried her straight toward the bed.

"M-Marquis, what are you trying to do? You lied."

The flustered girl buried her head in his chest, with a face full of grievance, but unable to do anything about it for now. She used her hands to cover what needed covering.

"Afraid you'd fall again." He wanted to let her go, but his body was more honest than his mind, doing what he wanted to do but hadn't dared to.

The tall, straight-backed man carried the petite woman, fair and slippery-smooth, as if holding a little white bunny—naked and incredibly soft. He couldn't help wanting to squeeze tighter.

With a hard, tense body, he walked to the bed, using all his strength and self-control. Only after setting her down did Qin Yan heave a deep breath and step back several paces.

"I'm going to take a bath."

"Oh."

She knew what Qin Yan meant without him saying it. They were husband and wife; that sort of thing went without saying. Qiao Wanyue looked over and saw Qin Yan yanking at his clothes impatiently, looking very agitated.

She didn't mind him coming over—they were married, she couldn't refuse, and she liked it too. What puzzled her was that they agreed on three times a month. Now, not even half a month had passed, and including today, it was already the third time. For the remaining half month, could he hold back? He wouldn't break his promise, would he?

A breeze blew, and Qiao Wanyue shivered, and only then realized she was completely naked, her skin wasn't dry either. No wonder she felt cold. She looked around but didn't see her clothes. Zhu Qing had hung them on the clothes rack.

Helpless, she had to wrap herself in a quilt to go get her clothes. In her haste, she forgot to put on shoes, figuring she'd be quick to go and return while Qin Yan was bathing and wouldn't see her.

As luck would have it, just as she picked up her clothes, Qin Yan came out from inside, so she stood there holding the quilt in one hand and the clothes in the other, and ran right into a man covered in steam.

Qiao Wanyue was mortified. Why did she always run into awkward moments? And how had Qin Yan bathed so fast?

She clutched the quilt tighter and explained, "I came to get my clothes."

The man, wearing only an inner robe that clung to his body, clearly showing muscle lines and his heaving chest, glanced at her left hand and then her right hand, looking slightly helpless. She really couldn't take a break.

This girl sure knows how to stir things up.

Qin Yan stepped closer, took the clothes from her hand without a word, and put them back.

"Hey, what does that mean? My clothes—Zhu Qing just made them, never worn."

Qin Yan remembered the time he met her at the Lin family's door. She had muttered the same thing about him dirtying her clothes, looking both annoyed and protective. He found it adorable then, just like now.

"They're not dirty."

It was hot anyway; even if she put them on, they'd have to come off.

The man's deep eyes swept over her, then, amid her shy expression, he lifted her up like a child. Qiao Wanyue immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, afraid of falling, holding on tightly.

"Next time you carry me, give me a heads-up so I can prepare."

In this short while, Qin Yan had startled her several times. If not for her boldness, he might have scared her to death.

The quilt was in the way, cumbersome to carry along with her. Qin Yan yanked it away, making her lighter and softer, filling his hands with tender skin.

"Hey, don't..." Her voice was sweet and cloying.

She bit her lip, wanting to speak but holding back, pressing against his hard body, too shy to speak. Qin Yan looked down, seeing a expanse of white, a full view of spring scenery.

Her lips were moist, rosy, and soft. He hadn't kissed her in days and missed it terribly.

After a few moments of hesitation, Qin Yan slowly lowered his head and kissed the longed-for red lips.

"Mmm."

He carried her while kissing, steps initially steady and orderly, but soon they became a little messy. Finally reaching the bed, Qin Yan didn't put her down immediately; but first, he kissed her until he was satisfied.

Qiao Wanyue was a little breathless. She had noticed last time that Qin Yan loved kissing her. Though he also kissed other places, his favorite was her lips, and he always kissed for a long time.

Now was the same. Qiao Wanyue's head was buzzing; she felt like she was about to faint. Just then, Qin Yan finally released her.

She gasped, calming herself, then said, "Didn't you say we'd be intimate three times a month? Keep your word."

On this beautiful night, at the height of passion, she had to say something to ruin the mood. Qin Yan sighed helplessly, then replied, "The first two nights of marriage don't count."

Hey, this man.

"You don't want me back in the room?" Qin Yan asked her.

Qiao Wanyue didn't want him to. Last night, she was at a crucial point in her book, and tonight she wanted to continue reading. Now that he was here, could she still read properly?

During her hesitation, she felt a slap on her bottom, a crisp sound that stung a little.

"You—"

Qin Yan feigned seriousness, telling her not to talk and keep quiet in bed. But what was he doing now? A hypocrite.

“You're not talking. What are you up to?”

“I'm not up to anything.”

Her stomach hurt from being pushed against, so she kicked her calves lightly and said, “Put me down now.”

In a flash, she was lying on the bed, and the gauze bed curtain was lowered, dimming the light inside the bed canopy, casting soft, hazy shadows that felt intimate and suggestive.

-

The maids outside the door had already been sent away by Hongmei, who was keeping watch tonight. But now she was standing a good distance from the door, staring blankly at the swaying lantern.

After a long time, her legs went numb from standing, so Hongmei sat down on the porch to rest. As the night wore on, she grew drowsy and drifted off, her eyes fluttering shut in a daze.

All she could hear, besides the wind and the chirping of insects, was a faint female voice—a soft, seductive tone that made her feel tingling and numb, like ants crawling over her skin, making her want to scratch and also do something else.

The creaking of the bed wasn’t exactly familiar, but on a night like this, it made her feel awkward but also happy for the lady.

Hongmei rubbed her ears; they were burning hot. She wished she could get a cup of cool tea.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she was unsurprisingly startled by a scream, and her drowsiness vanished instantly. Hongmei glanced over in that direction and then moved a bit farther away.

Inside the room, the passion blazed like fire, and the smell was entirely different.

Qiao Wanyue’s eyes were half-lidded, seductive as silk, her lips slightly swollen, a clear sign of over-kissing.

She glanced at the man putting in effort, thinking that the first two times he had been rough and lacked skill. But in just a few days, Qin Yan had changed. The position she was in now—she had seen it in a book. It was called the wheelbarrow position, a move that really tests stamina and waist strength.

If one lacked physical stamina or core strength, they couldn’t hold it for long. How long had Qin Yan been maintaining this position?

Qiao Wanyue didn’t know. All she knew was that she couldn’t take it anymore. Suddenly, her body trembled, and it felt as if fireworks exploded in her mind—dazzling, brilliant, and blissful.

Her body then relaxed, but Qin Yan didn’t stop. In fact, seeing her momentary tremble only made him intensify his efforts.

“Is it here?” the man asked, his voice deep.

“What?”

She didn’t understand what he meant.

He said nothing, only used his movements to explain. A moment later, Qiao Wanyue understood and hurriedly shook her head, saying no.

“You’re a born liar.”

“No, I’m not.”

As if to punish her, he rapidly moved his waist and hips, producing a loud and unfamiliar sound that echoed in the room for a long time.

About an hour later, calm returned to the room.

Qiao Wanyue was too exhausted to keep her eyes open, and she murmured drowsily, “Hongmei, come help me.”

Sweat had beaded on her forehead, dampening her stray hairs. Qin Yan helped tuck them back, kissed her eyes tenderly, then her lips, and finally withdrew from her body.

He got up and poured her a cup of water. She drank it with her eyes closed, then lay back down and said again, “Call Hongmei in.”

“Wait,” he said in a vague tone.

Qiao Wanyue opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was his erect member. Startled, she pleaded, “No more, Marquis. Let’s sleep.”

“This is the last time.”

When it was over, Qin Yan’s reason returned, and he belatedly realized that he seemed to have acquired a taste for this.

He turned his head to look at the person beside him, staring at her for a long time with unreadable emotions.

-

The next morning, the moment Qiao Wanyue woke up, a tonic was delivered. She asked Hongmei, “Did he drink it?”

“He did. The Marquis has already gone to court.”

This man kept her up all night and still got up to go to court. She had to admit he had great stamina; there was no use going against him.

“Pour it away. Don’t let anyone see.”

Hongmei looked troubled. “This is a tonic. After last night... aren’t you going to drink it?”

Qiao Wanyue burrowed back under the covers. “The Marquis drinks it because he’s getting old. I’m perfectly healthy. I don’t need it. Pour it out, pour it out. From now on, just pour it all away.”

“Yes, ma'am.”